The Lives of Five Hundred Thousand
Stalking

My view still remains focused on stalking two people of different sexes and also different generations until they come out of the supermarket. Unknowingly, I followed wherever they stepped even into the toilet. I feel like a good stalker when it's my first experience being a stalker.

"Darling, you just wait outside. I'll get the car in the basement first" said the woman.

"Okey, honey." The man replied while pinching the woman's cheek and making her blush the cat's embarrassment.

At the time they did the intimacy at that time also my cellphone camera was ready to take aim. I feel amused and disgusted to hear and see the behavior of two cheating people, especially the attitude of the woman who feels like she is only a dozen years old. Though he is more suitable to be the mother of the man than his lover.

They're separate roads. The woman got into the elevator while the man walked towards the North door.

At first I was confused about who I should follow but in the end I chose to follow the man until I reached the North porch.

While waiting for the woman's car to arrive, the man spoke warmly on the phone even I heard it because I was standing not far from him.

"Yes, honey. I've been shopping. Relax tonight I'll come. What the hell didn't do you."

I wanted to laugh at the woman when she heard the man talking to her other boyfriend. The woman cheated on her husband, uh, didn't know he was alone by his girlfriend.

Before the woman's car came, I took the initiative to find an ordinary motorcycle taxi. I choose ordinary motorcycle taxi to be more free to drive anywhere because I myself do not know where they are going. Because, if you order an ojek or taxi online they only deliver at one destination point only. Later I can be troubled if I have to find a new transportation service.

After searching I finally got an ordinary motorcycle under the front sidewalk of the mall. Soon I saw the man riding in a fancy car and I believed it belonged to the woman.

"Sir, follow that car, okay? don't get away" I said to mang ojek.

"Yes neng, but if they go through the toll how is neng?"

I scratched the back of my head. Amang is good at joking too. "Already mang, do not suppose first. Just follow their car."

"Ready, neng."

Finally my rental motorcycle wheeled behind the car and followed wherever it went and I wished they didn't use the motorway.

After the muters followed them finally the car entered an access door to an apartment that looked luxurious.

From quite a distance I noticed the car. Come out the man along with his groceries are quite a lot. It looks like his groceries are for stock needs one month. Amazingly the woman, her life was financed by her husband she herself paid for other men.

I noticed that the woman did not go down but remained in the car. Soon, the man entered the apartment. After a few seconds, the car drove back out of the apartment area.

"Mang, follow that car again!"

"Ready, neng."

The ojek man complied with my desire to keep following the woman. The day was getting darker, the sound of the Adzan was heard echoing although it sounded faint because it was squeezed by the noise of the sound of passing vehicles.

It occurred to me to stop stalking and return home Oma.But, somehow my heart was encouraged to continue stalking the woman to where she stopped her car. I finally followed my heart to keep stalking her.

Without any fatigue and without feeling the amang ojek forward his motor following the car to the area that is no longer visible towering buildings.

"Where are we?" Ask me about mang ojek. I was quite surprised, because the road we crossed was not the way back to his house and I still remember the direction to his house even though it was only once there.

"Yes, geez so far mang!" I just remembered the people who were anxiously waiting for me at Oma's house. But because it has gone a long way then just continue, it has become a responsibility. Maybe later after stopping I'll call them, I thought.

Three hours passed. We still follow the car to the countryside. I was really surprised, the socialite woman whose life was full of luxury was entered into a village that was quite quiet and her resident's house could be counted with fingers. What will he do in this village? it's suspicious.

Shortly after, the car stopped on a river that was not big. I asked the driver to park his bike a little bit away from the river. I wonder what that woman will do by the river.

"Wait here, huh?"

"Be careful, neng."

I nodded and then left.

When I was settling into the sludge behind one of the residents' house, a middle-aged woman surprised me.

"Astaghfiruallah the enzyme." I held onto my chest that was pounding fiercely looking at the middle-aged woman.

"Why neng, what are you doing here?"

"Anu Ma, I, I turned to the woman who was standing under the light of a dim light while playing her phone and leaning on her car.

The woman followed my line of sight."Oh, that woman is here again."

I glanced at him." You know that woman?"

"Know not neng, just know. You see, he comes here very often and if counted not counted how many times."

My forehead frowned at hearing that." What'd he come here for, Mom?"

"To meet a shaman, neng."

The expression on my face immediately turned surprised." Shaman!"

"Yes, the shaman's house is on the hillside," pointed the woman across the river.

"What shaman is that guy?"

"The devil worshiper, neng. He has black magic. Ajian lover, plug stacking, pellet, teluh, santet, use. It is false science."

I stared at the mother.

"The shaman only accepts female guests if the man is rejected. Most of the people who came were women from the city, including the woman. He used to be the shaman Mbah Urip but he died ten years ago with his own knowledge. Now replaced with Mbah Sarif his son Mbah Urip. Actually, our residents are quite restless with the presence of the shaman in this village but no one dared to fight him. If there are citizens who fight the stakes of life lost or crazy the next day. The food of this village is deserted because one by one the citizens moved from this village."

Hearing from the mother's story I became more curious about what the woman was doing until she often visited the shaman.

It appears that the woman put her cell phone into a bag and walked across a suspension bridge that only fit one person.